Category Archives: Love

I am one of those people who pretend they know more people than they do or are friends with someone just because they chat with them in cafés: three days a week I work as a forecourt attendant at my … Continue reading →

Ever since I have been old enough to want more than to go fishing, play football or become a musician of note, I have had a “Star from Afar:” some inexpressibly mysterious beauty whose progress across the silver screen captured … Continue reading →

The time for pretending was now over: her gaunt face lying on the pillow, eking out her final breaths, Madelaine our only child, sleeping quietly in my arms, too young to watch her mother’s presence living out its final throw. … Continue reading →

I never met you, knew you, or had your love but then I did. The image of the girl who would walk up to me in life, as if it were some railway station and laugh, smile and warm your … Continue reading →

Value her as he did, and love her as he did he could not promise to value her always, and that scrupulous thought forced him to walk away and not look back. That look she gave him then, empty and … Continue reading →

Each day he rose from bed at six, and made them both a cup of tea, “It’s looking cold” he might remark, or “Dawn looks some time away”. He was a man of fixed routine, who liked to live predictably … Continue reading →

“What’s your name” I asked all those years ago and you said “Sheila” which I soon turned into “Shells.” We seemed to have known each other forever which was odd, given that we were both eighteen. In the hurly burly … Continue reading →